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Hidden inside a prickly spine

Flavorful chestnuts, quite divine

Roasted in the fireplace, oh, how sweet!

Revealing such a wonderfully tasty treat

But it wasn’t all fun and games, no way

It took us forever, and a day

To open the pods, from which they grew

Good thing we remembered what to do

Out to Dad’s woodshed, we ran through the mizzle

Searching the toolbox, for his faithful chisel

When at last we had found it, we ran back inside

Impatiently waiting, we’d cracked them open, wide

Layering the chestnuts in a pan for the fire

Dad would sit back, watch our faces, and admire

All of us, savoring the tender meat that we found

Hoping more chestnuts would fall to ground

But the season is over, the trees are all bare

We stuffed ourselves silly, so we really don’t care!


Writing Prompt – Chestnuts and Chisels – Day 14/31

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